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Two falls ago, the herring and pogies were thick in Rhody Sound. It was just before Thanksgiving and I was down on the rocks with the dogs. I look and I see tuna busting bait right up on the shingle. I stood there and kept my calm, simply watching nature at her finest. After about three minutes the calmness had reeled into a frantic run back up to the car. Into the house I ran. Grabbing my heavy surf stick and a five ounce hopkins, I tore back down to the rocks. Of course the tuna now were well offshore.
I called my buddy in Boston. The next day he drove down, tuna shore fever in his mind. That afternoon we go down to the rocks where we saw pod after pod of porposie chasing bait. No tuna.
"Hey, you positive it was tuna that you saw..........all I'm seeing is porpoise."
"Yeah I'm sure. You shoulda see em'.............................
Never got another chance. This year I saw one school of bluefins, while tog fishing, about a mile off Newport. By the time we reeled up the tog rigs, hauled the anchor, tied on some metel, the tuna had sounded.
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